Your Highness, zombies are coming

Issa had a dream. In the dream, he was still living in the old house left by his grandparents. Most of the white paint on the walls had peeled off, and the borderless farm was full of weeds.The wind blowing outside blew away the beige gauze curtain, making it so wet that it made people sticky all over.His mother put the leftover quick-frozen pizza from last night on the table, her slender wrists seemed to have little strength left.His younger brother walked to the edge of the table and got the food on tiptoe. The child frowned critically: "Mom, it's cold."

And his mother didn't seem to hear, and walked to Isa, she frowned, and put her hand on his shoulder, she seemed to be cold, but she grabbed the boy's shoulder with all her strength. "Honey, you have to go to Uncle Burton's for the summer vacation, and I will take Carol to move to a new home."

He stared blankly at the woman, looking at her thick and fluffy brown hair, she had a small pale cheek, thin lips, but her eyes were big and lifeless.It was only at this time that Issa noticed that she was carrying a large backpack, which was pure black, with some light-colored marks washed out, and she stuffed the backpack into Issa's hand. "Burton is coming soon, and he's taking you to Los Angeles, which is a great place. Here's your luggage, take it and be a good boy."

Carol stumbled and ran over, he hugged Issa's waist, and his hands were covered with oil, Issa reluctantly touched his brother's head.

"I don't want my brother to leave, we should live together." The little boy shouted in a very serious tone, but a few tears in the corner of his eyes betrayed him.

The horn of the truck came from outside the door, loud and piercing. Issa wanted to say something, although his mind was like a mess of egg flowers. As soon as he opened his mouth, Carol began to cry. Although he had a small voice But it can be compared to a car horn. Because he hugged his elder brother and refused to let go, he was quickly hugged by an adult forcibly.

"I don't want my brother to go, I don't want to" the little naughty boy cried sadly, and Issa watched him waving his limbs in mid-air.

It shouldn't be like this, Issa thought, I should say something, see you later or wish you a smooth move or something, like the stupid one on TV.He turned his head again, and there was nothing behind him, only the darkness. Issa wanted to go back to check the situation again. When he just took a step, it was as if he had stepped on the edge of a bottomless cliff. It fell straight down.

"You woke up, it looks like you had a nightmare?" A person said in his ear, the protracted tone made him a little familiar, but he couldn't help but stop it.

"Where are we?" Issa took a deep breath, he felt very dizzy, he was covered with a gray thin blanket, he didn't know where it was turned out, and his whole body seemed to be very cold, his hands and feet There is no energy, as if undoing the seat belt has become a lazy project.

The sky was already dark, and only the dividing line between the sky and the ground could be seen. There was a piece of dark blue there, which almost covered the small invisible moon.Silent and heavy darkness shrouded the entire Gobi Desert, and the car was parked in a bush. These shelters blocked people's sight very well.

"As you can see, we are on a farm." Roman's voice showed a hint of a smile, as if he had fully recovered after a few hours, no different from a young man who went out for an outing. "It's like this. I checked the inside of the wooden house and cleaned it up a little. It should be usable now."

Issa seemed to wake up suddenly, and he left the backrest at once. He seemed to want to take out the pistol, but the right shoulder he had just joined made him freeze.

"Don't be so nervous, partner, I've taken care of everything. In fact, your body temperature hasn't dropped, maybe the wound is inflamed." Roman said.

"It may also be a virus infection." Isa said coldly.

"Tetanus? They don't work that fast."

"You should know what I'm referring to. The virus that 'brings' the dead back to life. At the beginning of the infection, you just have a fever, and then you will fall into a coma until you die. When I wake up tomorrow morning, or midnight, I will Become something that the shit out there isn't." Issa lay back on the seat again, his voice a little hoarse, probably because of the fever.

"But you have no direct evidence that you are infected. I think you look good now, sir, but your face is a little red, your body is weak, and you are not suitable for fighting." Roman shouted dissatisfiedly, he opened the car door, and the wind outside The patient shuddered.

"You have to leave me alone. The car and other things are yours. All I need is a loaded gun." The man continued to speak unkindly, as cold as a rock on the river bank, and more like he was about to sign a divorce Husband of agreement.

Roman's answer was to drag the burnt-out yet serious man out of the car. Anyway, Issa didn't have the strength to resist, so he half-dragged and half-carried him to the iron house.This may be a shed for livestock in the past. Some iron tools were piled up in it, as well as saddles, bridles and blankets for a horse. Makeshift beds.

Pushing Issa, who was sitting on the ground in a daze, onto the meadow, Roman thought with some emotion that this was the first time he had made a bed, and he didn't know how it would feel to sleep on it. He was thinking while sitting on the side He went up and checked the temperature of the other party's forehead.

What would happen if he guessed right, Roman suddenly thought, could it be that he can only be caught without a fight and turn this person into those unconscious monsters.As soon as this thought flashed across his mind, he felt uncomfortable, his whole body was hot because of nervousness, he was no different from an ordinary person-although the Academy of Sciences has always emphasized that symbiotes will not affect the emotions of creatures, but Roman is clear, perhaps for others He is a qualified heir, has the ability to lead the army, and has the skills to mix in the social circle, but that's all. The nanomachine is like another personality living in the body, calmly analyzing all the data he can receive.

The reaction of hanging the heart in the air and being so nervous that it is difficult to breathe is called fear, which is essentially just a reaction of increased adrenaline.This is really a novel experience, Roman thought, even if he knew that he might never return to the Empire, he was just sad.

Yes, he wouldn't let Issa die like this, maybe this man will die in battle in the future, but it's definitely not like this, the embarrassing way to die by turning into a zombie.Roman stood up, and he walked to the center of the iron house, which was completely empty during his previous cleaning - a zombie who broke into the house was smashed on the wooden table by him, so he had to put the corpse and wood The blocks were thrown outside together.

"So, let's start now." Roman raised his right hand, a blue light spot appeared on his fingertips, and then as if leaving his body, the light spot began to expand, turning into thousands of characters, Constantly superimposed, zoomed in, and intertwined in the air, some of them turned into screens of different sizes, some turned into undulating charts, and more data were like the alien rings of planets, constantly rotating and interlacing , surrounded the owner in the center.

"The symbiont Asatos is activated, the docking rate is 20.00%, and the minimum operating conditions are met." A soft male voice appeared in Roman's mind, which was the voice he was most familiar with since he was eight years old.

"It's been a long time since I've done anything seriously. This feels really strange." The young man muttered and looked at the screen in front of him. A huge amount of data about the virus that he knew and collected was being imported. The speed that is difficult to catch by the eyes is constantly deriving downwards, those blue lights hit Roman's face, leaving only a perfect, almost cold outline in the darkness.

"Let me venture to say that we are in an unknown time, and I cannot receive any messages from the empire." Azathoth said with a completely rational voice, most of the time he is like a brain, but Roman Knowing that it is just a protective measure to prevent the research institute from thinking it is harmful, and adding some messy terms and conditions and the like.

"That matter can be postponed to the back. Now let me concentrate on analyzing this virus. I don't want to see a zombie crawling up there with Isa's face after dawn." Roman said angrily. Conversations with the symbiote in the head.

"Analysis completed, virus code X, threat index D."

"...Are you sure there is no short circuit? Or do you need to repair it?" Roman stared at the charts marked with infection analysis, which showed that the probability of human being infected with the virus was less than [-]%. "There are a lot of humans infected by this virus out there, do you need to prove it or something."

"The analysis object is the citizens of the empire. The X virus targets the arachnoid nerve infection of the meninges. Starting in 238 of the imperial calendar, all newborns have altered arachnoid nerve defects..." Alsace began his most used phrase means of bombing.

"Thank you, you can shut up now." Roman knew that the other party wanted to disgust himself, to express his dissatisfaction with the suspicion of the symbiote's IQ just now.

"The last thing, is he infected with the X virus?" Roman looked to the other side, and Isa was lying there, sweating profusely, and looked restless in sleep.

"Your heartbeat is speeding up, Your Highness." Alsace said, and before the owner turned against it, it spoke at a speed that only a machine could achieve: "It is some common fungal infection, and patients will have fever, headache, and chills. It's normal."

Without giving the annoying symbiote a chance to say another word, Roman directly closed the connection, and the ring data suspended in the air dissipated in the air at once.Must be the wrong name, Azathoth, that's a name for a blind, aimless god, it's not for my taste at all, this is Roman's last thought before falling asleep in the meadow . (Note [-]) The author has something to say: Don’t be serious about medicine, I just made it up casually---

I don’t have a setting addiction, well, if there is no accident in this article, there will be a related future interstellar article www (I am researching the setting while filling this pit.

Note [-]: Azathoth is the blind and aimless god in the Cthulhu mythology. Outside the orderly universe, it is the shapeless destruction. Words—that is the infinite demon king, Azathoth.No mouth dares to speak its name.In unimaginable dark worlds beyond time and space; in the low, frenzied beat of the filthy drum; "

--H. p.Lovecraft, Dream Quest Uncharted Kadath